Studying you ~TodoBaku~

Chapter 5: dude?!

Katsuki Bakugo

"Wh-ahh!" I gasped out as I hit the floor hard, my lower back colliding hard with the pavement. The textbooks I'd just been working with went flying out of my hands, and I felt my glasses slip off as well. Curse those stupid things, and whoever the fuck bumped into me too! Feeling around beside me, I finally found my glasses and slid them onto my face as the other person spoke.

"Oh god, sorry! You ok dude?"

Dude? Don't tell me..Looking up to confirm my suspicions,  I was met with the face of ohmygoditsthehotnumber9! Play it cool play it cool play it cool!

"Uhhh,dude...? You ok? Shit, did you get concussed or something?"

"No! No, no I'm fucking fine, just..reeling."

"Oh...good, I guess...?"

"Good? What's fucking good?! Watch where you're going in future, yeah?"

"Yeah, sorry again dude. Let me get those for you!" The massive boy said, and squatted down to collect my books, before pulling me to my feet with ease, handing them over to me in a neat stack with a sheepish expression. I took them off him perhaps a little too roughly, but he was a football player, he could handle my scrawny ass, surely!

"Don't fucking mention it again. And........nice goal today...." I said quietly, and he grinned a little at that, and said "thanks....I actually saw you in the crowd, y'know?"

"You did?" I feigned ignorance, and he chuckled and said "yeah, you were sat amongst a group of girls that were cheering. I saw you writing something, I think...?"

"Yeah...my notepad" I said, gesturing to it. I wasn't sure exactly why I was telling him this, since I'd written enough perverted things in there about him to warrant a restraining order, but whatever. He never pried into it, and we awkwardly stood for a moment, neither quite having the guts nor the want to walk away. Eventually, he cleared his throat and said "right, well I'd best go. It was nice meeting you, and I'm sorry again about the...bump again..."

"It's fucking fine, don't talk about it again! Just...get a pair of glasses, yeah?" I said, pointing sarcastically at mine. He just chuckled and said "I've got contacts, but thanks for the advice....damn, I don't know your name!"

"Bakugo."

"Well thanks Bakugo!"

"Yeah, whatever number 9."

"Oh, so you did see me on the pitch!"

"I never said I didn't see you, dumbass! I just said I didn't see you looking at me!"

"....well...I was...." he said, before turning on his heel and walking off, his gym bag lazily strapped over his shoulder. I adjusted my glasses as his back faded, contemplating his words. It was only once he'd rounded the corner that the volume of his words hit me, and I damn near fainted on the spot. He was looking. At me! So the wink and the blown kiss...were for me?

Ok Katsuki, breathe, don't panic, it's fine, you'll see him again. And that's definitely true, you'll make yourself find him, no matter what happens on the way. And when you do, you'll use some coy tactics and see if he's really interested, because after all, he is on the football team.

It was well known in college football culture that the team members rarely went every other day without fucking someone new. A girl or boy would enter a player's bedroom feeling special, and leave wondering why he'd never even kissed him/her. I wasn't that gullible, though. If I was, I might've followed the player back to his house, but instead I just went to mine, no changes in my schedule.

Unlocking the door, I let it swing shut with a slam, and wasn't expecting anything from it, but instead I heard faint whispers.

"Shit, he's back! Err...get in the closet! Go!"

Well this could be fun...

I teasingly knocked at the door, and the idiot shouted "just a second!", frantic sounds of more than just his footsteps sounding out in the room. Eventually, he opened up the door, shirtless and trying desperately to hide the bulge in his loose trousers. I strolled in with a smirk as he rambled on about how it's too hot and that's why he's shirtless and excuse after excuse after excuse!

I got fed up of listening, and said "hey...mind if I borrow a shirt~?"

His face plummeted like I'd told him his dog had died, and he said "s-sure, why though...?"

"Big spider in the kitchen, I ain't using my shirt~"

"U-use a towel!"

"Well I'm here now idiot? What's the matter~?"

"Nothing, just-"

"Ok then!" I said as I whipped open the closet doors, expecting to see the short purple haired girl hiding in there. Instead, I was met with a sight I never could've predicted.

A dick....

Well, at least the purple hair was right, but it was a guy that hid naked in the closet of my roommate. He looked tired, and slightly flushed that I'd found him, and I could practically hear fuckface melting out of embarrassment. Chuckling, I turned on my heel and said "next time I enter this apartment, I don't wanna hear 'shit, he's back!', got it? Now hurry the fuck up and do what you must! And please god put some music on, or I will rip out your vocal cords! And we..." I said, addressing my roommate directly. "..will talk later~"

He nodded, and I just walked out of the room. A minute or so later I heard some music start, and visibly cringed at the meaning. Once the guy had left, I went straight into Dunce's room, and he lay on the bed, covers haphazardly maintaining his dignity. He got underneath them as I settled down on the end of it, and said "right, talk!"

"Wh-what about?"

"Talk about why I came home to hear you getting fucked by an insomniac!"

"....because I met a hot insomniac and wanted to get fucked by him!"

"First question, what about your little punk rock girlfriend?"

"Best friend."

"Ok, and second, why the fuck here?"

"Because it's the nearest one! He lives off campus, and wanted to come straight here after the game!"

"....the game?"

"Yeah, he's...he's on the team. Never played, but still!"

"You do realise that this means you've just had a one night stand with a jock, right?"

"Yeah....?"

"Which means that some form of pornography of you will probably be all over the internet by dawn."

"I actually asked about that, and he let me see that there's nothing. And for your information, we're going out tomorrow night."

"Fucking before a first date? You are the lowest of low!"

"Yeah yeah mr workalot!"

"Shut up! My ambitions are higher than being on a football player's cock!"

"That's low, bro!"

"Whatever! Just don't let me hear you again, or I swear to god I won't hesitate to castrate both of you!" I said, storming out of his room. The idiot would definitely end up being disappointed by Eyebags tomorrow. He probably won't even show up, knowing the type!

And trust me, I know the type
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How does Bakugo know the type...find out in, like, a long time~!

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